I'm not the most physically affectionate person. Well, I am with certain people... which I guess makes me selectively affectionate.

But there are moments, days even, when I just wish there was someone to hold me. To tangle up with me on the couch as we watch a movie. To sit near to me so at least some part of us is touching. To hug me long and tight, for no reason at all.

Longing for that makes me feel vulnerable.

Admitting it makes me feel even more vulnerable.

And I don't fully know why.

But, well, there it is.

No spiritual analogy. No lesson from the Lord. No correlating scripture.